Bled, Slovenia

We still love Slovenia! We went to Slovenia the first time about a year ago and we wanted to go back so we could explore the Lake Bled area and the national park in the Julian Alps. Slovenia is “mini-Europe”. It has beaches on the Adriatic, old castles, historic cities, beautiful churches, caves, and the Alps, all crammed into its tiny borders, and the bonus is that it is still relatively undiscovered and great value for money.

We arrived midday Friday the 9th, and while John had a meeting with the airport I got my weekly Economist reading out of the way and continued devouring The Wolf of the Plains (a great new book about Genghis Khan).

We got to our destination of Bled later in the afternoon. Lake Bled has an island with a church on it and a castle high up on a cliffs of its shore. John found us this great hotel, outside of the town and right on the lake. We had a view of the castle, the church and all the rowers skimming across the water. The hotel was really good – clean, neat atmosphere and delicious local food. Friday evening we bundled up and walked around the lake. That worked up our appetites for a dinner of local food and then we hit the sack very early.

We spent Saturday exploring different sights in the national park, which consumes the northwest corner of the country. My friend Barb was the one that originally recommended hiking in Slovenia. First we went to the famous gorge, but unfortunately, the trail was closed, so we weren’t able to see much of it. The trail was mostly made up of boardwalks along the gorge walls but they were damaged in a big storm.

We took on a tiny gravel road through the park (non stop beautiful scenery) to a waterfall, which we hiked up to, and then we picnicked at the base of some stunning mountains. By mid afternoon, we were at the north end of the park and we thought we would take the only road that went across the park. It looked like a quick cut through, but our map didn’t show elevation. We started to go up and up and then we came across a sign that told us about the road. It is called the “Russian Road” as it was built by Russian prisoners of war in 1916. It goes through a very high mountain pass and it is closed during the winter. The sign advised of the road’s 50 hairpin turns (switchbacks), 25 on either side of the pass. The road, the turns and the spectacular mountain scenery took our breath away. So did the cold air and snow when we got out of the car at the top of the pass. The route certainly exceeded our expectations!

By the time we got to the bottom of the pass, the sun was setting. We flipped a coin to decide our route back to Bled, either around the north end or south end of the park (going back over the Russian Road was not considered). We chose the north route which took us through Italy. The Italian border crossing was really cool. It was at the top of another pass, lower than the Russian Road one, and it had fortresses in ruins on either side. We eventually made it back to our cozy hotel in Bled, where we enjoyed another great dinner and early to bed.

On Sunday, we drove to Bohinj Lake, another beautiful sight. We had the urge to do a bit more physical activity than the day before so we walked around the lake which took about 2.5 hours. The sun was shining, the lake was like a mirror, the air was crisp and the ground was covered in autumn leaves to kick our way through. At the end of the walk, we had a coffee on a café patio over looking the lake.

Driving to the airport on Sunday afternoon, we were talking about how it was such a perfect weekend -- fresh air, amazing scenery, long sleeps, yummy food, good value, and decent flight times. Of course, we jinxed ourselves and our flight was four hours late leaving. Aside from that, it was such a lovely weekend getting back to nature. Slovenia is definitely worth a visit!

Normandy, France

Our latest long weekend away (Nov 2-4) was a patriotic remembrance trip to the Normandy and Picardie regions of France: we visited Canadian World War I and II Memorials. The weekend objective was to cram in as much war history and pastry as possible.

We switched things up a bit transport wise and, we took an overnight ferry over to France, departing from Portsmouth to Caen. After a drink at the bar, we settled into our little cabin. Everything was compact; the upper bunk where I slept pulled out of the ceiling, but we had a private bathroom and shower.

John is ever the good driver, and once in France, he easily transitioned to driving on the right side of the road but from the right side of our English car. We drove to Deauville, a summer beach town for Parisians where John had a business meeting with the airport. The town had some amazing castle like houses. With all those roof angles, we kept thinking that they made construction much more difficult than it needed to be.

We drove south along the coast to Courseulles Sur Mer, better known to Canadians as Juno Beach, where the Canadian troops landed on D-Day to start the battle of Normandy. In the new historic centre on the beach, we learned about the invasion: the preparation, the strategy, how they learned from mistakes at Dieppe, the luck, the successes, the casualties. We learned about how the troops advanced farther into Europe and we gained appreciation for how “all consuming” the war was back in Canada. The little details and the personal stories hit home and made history come to life.

After Juno, we drove further south to the American cemetery at Ohama Beach, where about half of the American troops landed. The cemetery is in a stunning location overlooking the cliffs and the beach, and the sight of 11,000 white crosses marking graves is powerful.

Saturday was our “non war” day. We grabbed some croissants and coffee and started our drive up to the town of Arras. We stopped midday in the city of Rouen, which was where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. We explored the town centre, which is home to several churches, a Cathedral and wall to wall half timbered buildings.

It was dark when we arrived in Arras and our first impressions that it was a bleak and industrial city. But, once we navigated our way to the centre of town, we were pleasantly surprised to find two large squares buzzing with activity and surrounded by well restored historical buildings. Our hotel was right on the main square.

The night before in Deauville, we got ripped off with a tourist meal for dinner. Feeling very upset about this rookie travel mistake, we bought a baguette, cheese, meat, tomatoes and olives and enjoyed a homemade dinner in our hotel room. We also bought four bottles of wine and beer because it was so cheap, and played a few games of crib.

Sunday we went to Vimy Ridge for the Canadian Remembrance Day ceremony. The formal ceremony took place in front of the impressive monument, with the bugle and bagpipes, veterans and dignitaries and laying of wreaths. Restoration of the monument was completed in the Spring of 2007, in time for the 90th year anniversary of the battle that took place on the ridge, when four Canadian divisions working together for the first time were successful in taking the ridge. Interesting fact - Hitler was at the inauguration of the Vimy Memorial in 1936. During WWII, he stationed guards at the site to protect it.

The Vimy memorial is 110 acres of land that the French gifted to Canada after WWI, and includes the memorial itself, two cemeteries, the trenches and tunnels, a museum and lots of forest. It is a beautiful plot of land with a great view and lots of maple tress. The ground is covered in bumps and craters from all the trenches and explosions. It looks like a mogul course on a ski hill. You can’t walk on most of it due to un-detonated explosives.

Canadian University students work at the site and run tours/provide info. We started talking to a student from Steinbach and he gave us a personal tour of the trenches – amazing that the Canadian and German front lines were only 25 metres apart. Trench warfare sounded grim but the tactics used were very interesting. We were able to tour the ten kms of tunnels run that under the Canadian trenches, which were used to bring troops to the front for the battle of Vimy.

After Vimy, we drove up to Calais and then took the quick ferry back over to England. My brief descriptions of the history of the events don’t do them justice. To visit these sites and learn more about what happened in the Wars was a very powerful experience. We really recommend it.

Venice, Italy

A year after doing our first weekend trip, to Carcassonne, France, we did our first day trip to Europe, to Venice. John found Ryanair flights for 4 pence all in (about 10 cents), so how could we not go? We took the first flight out in the morning and the last flight home at night.

It was such a treat to suddenly find myself, in the middle of the week when we would have normally been working, in a vaporetta (transit boat) going down the Grand Canal. The sun was shining, the water was sparkling and the buildings were stunning! I was pleasantly surprised by the magical feel to the city. What they say about Venice is true.

We cruised down the Grand Canal taking in all the classic Venice sights. We ended up at Piazza San Marco, where we weaved our way through the crowds of people and pigeons, past the Doge’s palace and into the Basilica. The Basilica’s ceiling was covered in gold but what we found most fascinating was the floor. It was covered in intricate stone mosaics but due to subsidence it was extremely wavy. Next, we went up the bell tower which gave us a great view of the city and water.

To see as much of the city as possible we followed parts of three walking tours in our guide book. We walked along the big canals, through back streets and squares, past docks with gondolas departing full of passengers, into the shopping districts, and over big bridges and quaint bridges.

We sat at a café in a sunny square and enjoyed bicerin, a Venetian specialty drink of coffee, chocolate and very rich thick cream. The bill was EUR 13, which is cheaper than if we had had them in Piazza San Marco. We went to the old Jewish ghetto which used to house 4,000 people on an island the space of two city blocks. The buildings were the same height as buildings in the rest of the city but they had extra stories crammed into them. About four hours after the bicerin, we finally had enough room in our bellies for some Italian gelato. We strolled to the end of a canal with our gelato and sat and watched the sun set (how romantic). After stopping for a glass of prosecco at a bar we headed back to the Grand Canal and saw Venice lit up at night.

We had a lovely day in the magical city of Venice and we got everything done that we wanted to do – pics are posted on the website. The one day timing was perfect and it prevented us from spending an crazy amount of money, ‘cause Venice ain’t cheap baby!

Stockholm

This past weekend, we zipped over to Stockholm, Sweden, birthplace of Ikea, H&M, Pippy Long Stockings and half of the Vancouver Canucks. It was a quick trip for me, just Saturday and Sunday, but John stayed into the week for a conference. The conference was one excuse to go, the really cheap flights another, and the best reason was my good friend from growing up at West Hawk Lake, Caroline Hyslop, moved to Stockholm three months ago.

Given that we had got back from Canada on Monday, and my Mom and Grandpa were in town for a quick visit Thursday and Friday, we didn’t get to read the guide book so we had no expectations...

We had a 1.5 hour bus ride from the airport into Stockholm to check out the scenery. Forests, lakes, farms, cottages – were we back in Canada? It looked exactly like driving from WH to Kenora...

Right after we arrived at our hotel, Caroline and Pelle, her Swedish boyfriend, met us in the lobby. We walked through the shopping and financial district of downtown to get to their beautifully appointed apartment for drinks. Pelle chose traditional Swedish restaurant for dinner: it was a great place and he made delicious food recommendations. Over dinner we got to hear the full story of how they met and had a whirlwind romance in New Zealand before Caroline decided to make the big move.

After dinner, they walked us along the rest of the main harbour and through the old town. There was a wildlife photo exhibit open to the public which we meandered through. It had some amazing shots of African animals, eagles soaring, sharks hunting, and even polar bears from Churchill, Manitoba romping in the snow. Continuing on, we passed the opera house, parliament, a huge palace, grand museums, and quaint shops and cafes. We loved Stockholm instantly and couldn’t wait to go back in the daylight.

We met back up with Caroline and Pelle on Sunday. We lucked out with sunny weather, but it was crisp. We cruised the harbour by day and wow, was it ever beautiful! The leaves on the trees in the parks were turning orange, the water was sparkling in the sun, and attractive, colourful buildings surrounded the water’s edge. Any pictures we have, don’t do it justice. As we walked, Pelle told us great stories of Stockholm and Sweden’s history. We sure picked the right tour guide.

We enjoyed coffees on our walk which took us through a lovely park, before John left for his conference. Instead of walking back, he took a ferry through the water ways. Pelle, Caroline and I ate shrimp, egg and mayo sandwiches outside at a restaurant. The restaurants and cafes all had blankets in their outdoor seating areas, which I thought was a great idea. I’m so cold all the time, I need them in the restaurants. Pelle left us girls to chat and we walked through the old town and then hiked up the stairs of a look out tower to get a full view of the city.

It was a lovely weekend. Thanks Caroline and Pelle for the great visit and for touring us around Stockholm. Caroline, you sure picked a charming city to live in, and a charming man to share it with.

Canada

Our trip home to Canada…

John left England 1.5 weeks before me. In honour of our 4th anniversary on Aug. 23, John went to a stag party in Vegas with 10 other guys. So we delayed our celebration until the lake, and John had a great opportunity to catch up with Kristian and the guys.

I arrived in Winnipeg on September 1st. I took a cab from the airport to my sister’s house and enroute got in a four car minor accident, caused by the driver behind my cab looking at another four car accident on the side of the road. Once my shaking stopped, I laughed that one off.

Sarah left a car for me at her house, my brother-in-law’s BMW. I had a sweet drive out to the lake with the tunes cranked. Before long I was at the Lake!!! It was hot and the cottage looked amazing. Mom had a new deck put in. I had fun exploring all the familiar parts of the cottage and seeing what was new.

Sarah and Kevin bought a new cottage this past winter, just down the bay from Mom’s. I called Sarah for a pick up. She hopped in her boat and about 15 seconds later was buzzing around the cliff, baby on her back. I was thrilled to see them, I had been so excited for the whole week before. Sarah and Kev’s new cabin is fantastic! They have done so much work on it and it looks amazing.

It was a big change going from densely populated London to the Canadian wilderness with no one around. I’d never been at the lake so late in the season. The leaves were holding their colour, the air temperature was still warm, but the lake was quite cool. I did manage four swims during the week though.

The first night jet lag kicked in and I woke up a few times. I was all alone in the “penthouse” of the new guest cabin and I had the windows and door to the screen porch wide open. The wind was howling. I was awakened the first time by some guys on the road behind the cabin shining their flash lights in my window. That scared the crap out of me. They went away when I turned my light on and hopefully they were just some of my brother’s friends. Then the wind started slamming the screen door, which I was too scared to get up and close, then chipmunks were walking through the forest scaring the crap out of me. Why couldn’t I just fall asleep! Where was John when I needed him?

On Sunday, as she did every morning at 8:00, Sarah called, to wake me up for our morning walk. She had been doing it every day in the summer with Mom and the other lake ladies, Cole on her back. We enjoyed the day in the sun on the dock and John arrived with his Grandma in the afternoon. John and Kev watched some football at Mark’s place and then S&K hosted a delicious dinner with a bunch of friends.

We had a perfect and relaxing week at the lake. A few cloudy days but most were nice and warm. We spent our days hanging out, doing lake things, playing with Cole, visiting with Sarah, hearing about her summer, playing cribbage. We had dinner one night over at John’s Grandma’s, we circumnavigated the lake in the boat, we tested out Mom’s cool new pedal kayak and we played a round of golf. It was just the down time we needed and we got our lake fix for the year.

After the lake, John flew back to Van and went to see his sister on Vancouver Island. Sarah, Cole and I flew to Calgary to see Mom and Stan. I couldn’t get enough of playing with Cole, he was so cute, especially on the plane ride. On the ride to Mom’s from the airport I was reminded of how magnificent the prairie skies are. It is so beautiful there; I love the rolling fields and hills and the white mountains on the horizon.

On Saturday, Sarah went horse back riding and helped Stan moved cows while Mom and I babysat Cole. We had a lovely day going to the farmer’s market in Cochrane, working in Mom’s beautiful garden, flower arranging, and making dinner for Mom’s birthday party that night. A big crew of family came over, which included lots of blond kids, four under six. That added a whole new dynamic to the evening. After a big walk through Church Ranches on Sunday, I flew to Vancouver. I left Mom on her birthday again: sorry Mom.

Vancouver was hot and sunny the whole week we were there – we sure lucked out. It was a busy week with lots of errands to run but did manage to fit in several hours in the sun in Lindsay’s exquisite garden. One day, John’s Mom and I spent an afternoon speed gardening at our house. It was so great back the blackberry bushes, tidying things up and seeing how much things had grown. I miss working in our garden.

One evening, I met my friend Vanessa for a walk on Kits Beach along my old walking route. As we approached the shore, the scene took by breath away! I had forgotten how stunning it was there. Mountains, water, city. What an incredible place to live.

We had a few nights enjoying long dinners and conversations with Ken and Lindsay, and we had a few nights visiting with friends at pre-wedding events, Joy’s girls night and the “out of towners” get together.

Joy and Kristian’s wedding was on Saturday night and it was amazing! Every detail was so beautiful, ingenious, and well planned. The dinner was delicious, the speeches were funny and sweet and the company was second to none. We were so happy we could be there to celebrate with them. Seeing all our friends having so much fun was the perfect way to cap off the trip.

Our departure on Sunday wasn’t too sad because we had staggered the goodbyes, and we would be seeing Mom and Gramps in a week and Lindsay and Ken at Christmas. It helped to know we would be arriving in a familiar place with jobs, friends and place to live, as opposed to last year.

What a wonderful visit back to Canada. We had such a feeling of home every place we went. Thank you to all our family and friends for your hospitality. We loved our visits with you and we miss you! Dan, sorry for the delay in getting this blog posted.

Denmark

We love going to visit my Aunt Carla and Uncle Poul in Denmark because it feels like home. We love staying at their beautiful home and farm, we love exploring the rocky beaches, picturesque countryside and quaint villages, and we love just hanging out with Carla and Poul, especially while enjoying one of Carla’s excellent dinners. This trip was 10 years since my first trip to Denmark.

We arrived at London’s Stansted airport Friday evening and while we waited for our flight, John efficiently made calls regarding the rental of our house. Unfortunately, our lovely upstairs tenants are moving out, but with the help of our friend Mike, we were able to find a new tenant quickly. John made a few more calls when we got to Denmark and when we woke up it was all sorted. Thanks Mike!

We didn’t get to Carla and Poul’s (C&P) until the wee hours of the morning but it was worth it to be able to have three full days there, and Carla let us sleep in. Once we finally got up on Saturday morning, we had a leisurely breakfast with C&P, which included cream for our coffee and home made butter tarts! Carla, you know the way to our hearts.

Carla then took us on a 14km bike ride to the harbour town of Kerteminde. She had a route all planned out, which took us through classic old Danish towns and we had a few stops along the way. The first stop was at Carla’s friend Alexandra’s house, where we toured Alexandra’s art gallery and ate pears in her orchard. The second stop was Elizabeth, Anders and Anna’s house, where we went on Christmas day. Elizabeth and baby Anna greeted us with coffee and cookies which we enjoyed in their perfect garden.

We eventually made it to Kerteminde where Carla took us straight to the harbour to see their new sailboat, called the Feel Good. C&P bought it last autumn and spent the winter fixing it up. It is an impressive vessel. Poul is out seveat least once a week racing it. Poul biked down to meet us and we all enjoyed a beer sitting on the boat in the harbour. The bike ride back along the coast, while beautiful, was agonizing for me. I haven’t ridden a bike for a while and my butt was not up for the challenge. I think it’s still sore! Good thing we weren’t on a week long bike trip somewhere.

We had a warped concept of time that day and we didn’t end up sitting down for dinner until 10ish. We filled ourselves on delicious steaks, Polish onions, garden potatoes and beats, accompanied by Carla’s secret sauce. Yum! C&P entertained us with stories of their adventures, which included making their own hot tub out of a large cement livestock feeding drum. They balanced the large cement pot on rocks, built a fire underneath, put a tarp on the inside so they wouldn’t scrape their bums and filled it with water. Very ingenious but it looked like a human cauldron.

On Sunday morning, Carla had breakfast and lunch packed when we got up and we headed straight to the Feel Good for a day of sailing. We got the sails up and headed out of the harbour (when I say we, I really mean, Carla and Poul). As we cruised to the Island of Romso the sun came out. We got off the boat at Romso and walked around the island before getting back on the boat for more food and drink. We thought we would sail around the island before heading back and we got the spinnaker up, both of which seemed a good idea but then the wind died. At that point, I had a nap in the cozy cabin. When I arose we were motoring back and John and I got to spend some time cuddled up on the bow. C&P, thanks for taking us out on the boat; it was a pleasure to watch you skillfully sail it (and thanks for letting us try too).

That evening we opted to have dinner at the restaurant at the harbour (no dishes to clean up after). We also walked through Kerteminde to see a house C&P just bought and are redoing. Renovating houses that date back hundreds of years sure makes any renos we did back in Vancouver look easy.

Back at the house, once it was dark enough, we lay outside and watched the meteor shower. It was like being at the lake watching the shooting stars, and it was quite different from London where we can’t really see stars. We saw lots of little shooting stars and even a few big bright ones with long tails.

It was cool and slightly overcast on Monday morning, but Carla and I were on a mission to go for pre-breakfast swim in the ocean. When I was there in August ten years before there was a heat wave, and Carla and I would go down to the sea every morning for dip. It wasn’t as easy on Monday, but we braved it anyway.

The sun came out midday and Carla took us to Den Fynske Landsby. It’s an open air museum, a recreated Danish farming village with restored original structures from various parts of the island of Fyn. The visit tied in nicely with the “old Danish town” bike tour Carla took us on on Saturday.

From Den Fynske Landsby, we made a beeline to a Danish Hot Dog stand so John wouldn’t get hangry (a great term we learned from my Aunt Barbara, a combo of hungry and angry). As we drove back towards C&Ps it started to pour rain, but that didn’t stop us from getting ice cream enroute in Kerteminde. The homemade waffle cones were irresistible.

We spent the afternoon relaxing and reading. John managed to find a hammock. I was engrossed in a Daphne De Maurier short story book (The Birds, Don’t Look Now - too good). We ate another delicious dinner in the sunshine in the garden before having to leave for the airport.

Thanks for having us again C&P!
Our next trip is to Canada and we can’t wait!

Malta

We finally got a taste of summer!

John spent last week leading an air service development workshop at the airport in Malta, a small island country in the Mediterranean. It wasn’t a place we would have thought to go to but given that John was there for work, it was a good excuse for me to go for the weekend. I had two goals: enjoy the heat and go swimming in the Med. We did that and much more, and really enjoyed ourselves.

I left cool and soggy England on Friday night and arrived in Malta at 9:00 p.m. A wave of heat hit me as I walked off the plane, causing a large grin to spread across my face. John picked me up in the rental car; I blissfully navigated while “I can see clearly now the rain is gone” appropriately played on the radio, and John struggled with the counterintuitive left handed stick shift and kept turning on the windshield wipers every time he went for the turning signal (he got the hang of the backwards car the next day).

The country of Malta consists of two islands, Malta and Gozo. Malta is about 30 km in length and Gozo about 10km. Despite being tiny, Malta is full of ancient temples and ruins and it has an impressive history due to its strategic position. There are great tales of the Knights of Malta, Napoleon, the Great Siege, being the most bombed place in WWII, and gaining independence from Britain.

During the week, John stayed in a nice hotel in a trendy area known as St. Julian’s. For the weekend we had hastily booked a hotel in the Bugibba area without doing any research. We were a bit concerned because whenever John asked one of his colleagues about the area the response was, “Oh...Bugibba”. It was dark when we arrived but luckily all of the neon tourist signs lit our way (please note my sarcasm). We found our hotel in the maze of one way streets jammed with very touristy accommodation. The hotel was decent, like a Mexico all inclusive but not right on the beach. Unfortunately, we got a room on level -1, yes, the basement. Once in the room, we read the tour book description of Bugibba and had a good chuckle at ourselves.

“During the 1970s and 1980s, Maltese speculators, bewitched by the lucrative earnings from early tourism, developed Bugibba with heady recklessness. There was no unified vision and little cohesive planning to the building programme, with multistorey apartment blocks and hotels erected in the shortest time possible to monumentally ugly effect.”

Despite the British couple in the room next door having a screaming match until the wee hours of the morning, we both slept well and awoke to sunshine, 35 degrees, a good breakfast and upgrade to a room on the 5th floor with an ocean view. We quickly left Bugibba in pursuit of Malta’s more attractive attributes.

One of the guys in John’s workshop was Maltese Canadian. Jason was born on Gozo, lived in Ontario growing up, went to UBC and worked in Vancouver, and now works in Malta. He kindly offered to tour us around Gozo on Saturday. He did a fantastic job zipping us around the whole island and giving us tons of local Maltese knowledge which we wouldn’t have learned otherwise.

Jason picked us up at the ferry port and started the tour by taking us through the town his parents live in and also the highest point on Gozo. Like his parents, many Gozonians left Gozo, lived abroad, and have moved back to Gozo. The ties to North America were very apparent as Canadian and American flags were flying and the houses were named things like Oh Canada, God Bless America, The Maple Leaf, American Eagle, Sky Dome. We felt quite at home.

Our next stop was Ggantija, the oldest free standing stone temple in the world (5,000 years give or take). We were sufficiently hot by that point so we went back to the southeast part of the island for a swim. We swam and snorkeled for ages in the beautiful waters. Across from us was the blue lagoon of Comino and in it was anchored a very large private yacht with a helicopter on board! The swim worked up our appetites so we drove to a small harbour in the north part of the island for a leisurely two hour lunch. We ate a delicious Italian meal on the restaurant patio overlooking the water and learned about the Maltese people from Jason. After lunch, Jason showed us the salt pans: pans carved into the shore line where sea water evaporates to leave salt for collection.

Next up was Victoria, the capital of Gozo. Victoria is home to a citadel (fortress) with a great view of the whole island, a cute market, and two rivaling Catholic churches. As we walked along one street, we approached a young boy holding a bottle of Windex, suspiciously like it was a water gun. As John walked by, the boy sprayed John’s legs with Windex! We had a good laugh over that.

We went back out to the northwest coast of the island (that only took a few minutes) to check out the Azur Window. Enroute to the next swimming hole we drove through a town getting ready for their town Feast. The majority of Maltese are practicing Catholics. The population of Malta is 400,000 and there are 365 churches, some of which are very impressive. Each church has an annual feast (festival) to celebrate its patron saint. The centres of the towns are decorated with colourful banners and statues of the saints, the town congregates to celebrate and the evening is capped off with fireworks. We saw many different feast preparations on our short stay in Malta.

Our second and last swim on Saturday was in a very deep bay off the cliffs on the northwestern shore. After a quick beer overlooking the cove, we sped back to the ferry terminal. We were just in time for the next ferry and as it sailed back over to Malta, we watched the sun set over Gozo.

We were exhausted after our fun filled day of touring Gozo. Despite that, on Jason’s recommendation we went to Mdina, the former capital in central Malta (only 8 km away) for dinner. Mdina is a walled town (Medina means walled village in Arabic, to which Maltese is related), very well restored, at a high point on Malta. It was beautifully lit up at night. We wandered the confusing streets (designed that way so invaders would get lost) and found a lovely restaurant. After dinner we went to the Fort’s look out and watched some Feast fireworks go off across the island and admired all of the glowing blue lights in the towns perched on top of flag poles (symbols of the Virgin Mary).

Sunday was a scorcher but we vowed not to complain about the heat. From Bugibba, we drove along the seaside, through the main cities of Malta and through more feast decorations. Our destination was Valletta, Malta’s main city. We followed a walking tour in our guide book and saw the highlights which included beautiful gardens, a waterfront fortress and the Grand Harbour. We were absolutely drenched in sweat by the end. Originally we thought we would go and see some of Malta’s ancient ruins but given the sweat situation we decided it was definitely time for a swim!

We drove across the dry island to Ghar Lapsi, a swimming hole recommended by Jason. Ghar Lapsi was an adorable local swimming hole. It was the most beautiful water for swimming yet. All the locals set up in the caves around the water and the rocks form sheltered swimming pools. Boat houses serve as day cabins where people congregate. I was blissfully swimming through the clear water but it was cut short as I got stung on the foot by a jelly fish. (Nothing serious, but it sure stung. No, John did not pee on my foot.)

We then drove along the Dingli Cliffs on the west coast. The sheer drop beside the road took my breath away. We attempted to go to another recommended swimming hole but it was the end of the day and everyone was coming the opposite direction out of the one way road to get there. Instead we went to Marsaxlokk harbour, full of colourful fishing boats. The town was getting ready for its feast, and we had gelato on the waterfront. It wouldn’t be a hot holiday without gelato.

We headed back to the airport and begrudgingly put our jeans on. It was 12 degrees when we landed at 11:30 in Luton, quite the shock to the system! Unfortunately, we had our longest customs line up yet, 2 hours! We were in bed by 3:00 and ready for another week at work.

Thanks Jason for touring us around on Saturday. That made the trip!